3AM Thirst

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Anon please 🙂My boyfriends friend and his wife live in this home his wife “blessed” with holy oil. According to her and her children, she would hear a crying baby whenever she was home alone but never saw one.

My boyfriend (Oliver) and I stayed over for a week and a half while his cousin came to rest in our bedroom after traveling from Guatemala. While over there I asked the kids about the baby their mother heard and with enthusiasm they retold the story. Me being sickly, i wasn’t working at the time so i was often left alone while everyone else went to work/school. I would cook, play with their cat and chickens, and relax in the hammock until I’d knock back out. That was my routine. One morning, as I was cooking, I heard a loud smack come from the entrance hall. Thinking the cat was in the house, I paused to go check what it was doing. When I turned the corner, a picture frame had fallen from its place high up on the wall. So I placed it back, not even thinking back to the story of a supposed ghost baby. In my head the cat was cracked out and probably jumped at the wall, causing it to fall. No biggie. Over the time it took me to finish cooking, the picture frame had fallen at least two more times. Personally I didn’t care as it was not mine to begin with, and cats are cats. That’s what they do. They’re infamous fur dicks. I did begin to get this sense of dread though around the third time it fell. But me being sick emotionless me, gave no fucks and went back to my food. I decided to bring the plate with me outside where the chickens were and eat there, plus I’d rather feed them whatever scraps I would have left instead of throwing them in the trash. That’s when I noticed the cat (Valentine) was outside pawing about the hen house. Confused but unbothered I shrugged it off like okay so maybe it wasn’t the cat. Whatever. Once again, that sense of dread came. You know that feeling you get when someone’s shooting laser beams at you? I felt that. Right on the left side of my face which is the direction of the windows to the house. Keep in mind I’m home alone with the exception of the fur and feather babies. Needless to say I’m nonchalant but not stupid. I stayed outside for a good hour or two before feeling comfortable enough to go back inside. Of course I brought Valentine with me.

FF>> to late that night

Everyone had returned home and after so many hours of meaningless conversation, we called it a night. Oliver and I retired to our pallet we made upstairs in the loft. I slept against the window, he slept on the side facing the stairs. Around 3AM, I got up feeling like I had trekked the Sahara Desert. Half-zombified I made my way downstairs through the dark, and approached the kitchen which has two entrances. On the farthest entrance is where the water machine thingy is, and the least amount of furniture. Choosing that direction, I mosied along, filling a cup sluggishly with water when that sense of dread returned. In the dark to the opposing side of me, I saw a black shadowy figure lingering in the dark out of my peripheral. Having been sensitive to ghosts and whatnot as it is my daily meditation (I consider myself a witch), I knew exactly what it was. “Nope.” I said refusing to give it any attention or energy and turned back around to walk up the stairs with my water. I sat up watching the staircase until I finished my cup, hoping it wasn’t going to try to follow. Oh but it did, and the top of it appeared above the balcony railway thing and shook violently before disappearing. I decided to go to sleep after that. My thirst can wait. After that night I never saw or felt/heard anything else while staying there. Oliver however did.

He had woken me up violently one night spazzing out that the youngest child had slipped into the pallet with us. Confused as to why he’d be so shook about it, he told me it was fine until he saw she had no face. Once again I questioned how he even woke up to the feeling of that to have seen it, he explained something pulled his leg halfway off the pallet, which I myself felt as he slid. But me being me and him being him? He sleeps BAD. So I wrote it off. I asked if he saw anything else, he said no. He told her to go back to bed with her parents and she (it) got up and ran oddly quickly into the dark and turned the corner.

I hadn’t told him about my experience until he told me about the faceless child.

We haven’t been back to visit since then, and I have no plans on doing so. Whatever little demon babies they have running around there, they can keep.

James: 7/10 Faceless children are the worst. Also, I actually don’t know what it’s like to be shot at with a laser beam. Thanks for sharing the scares!

4hoseok:
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if anyone could donate so i can at least feed my brother something id…

if anyone could donate so i can at least feed my brother something id really really appreciate it

I don’t know what else to say or do but for the past few years we have been struggling so much because of my mother being reckless with her money she put two of her cars in a title loan place and lost both our cars within a week , cars she has had for many years gone just like that. You may ask “don’t you have a job” I did ! But then I was hit with severe depression over a surgery I had and I had less hours but I still tried to work just to help my mom but all she did was pawn my jewelry and most of my things that I worked hard for. When my mother had surgery I helped her even though I just had my surgery and I wasn’t supposed to but a lot of strain on my back I was there for literally everyone in my family. We had our electricity , heat , phones, and had no food for weeks because she wouldn’t want to pay the bills the money I had would go towards buying food and paying some bills but after a while I really couldn’t do it on my own I started getting sick I would faint and my body would feel weak in a month id be in the hospital 7 times its awful and its still happening now more than before. some of you may not know but I have a brother who has autism I don’t have a problem with him taking care of him but I’m worried when we have no food or light and I have to lie to him and say some bs story just so he doesn’t stress out. But because I didn’t want to leave my brother alone I would not go to the hospital and I would suck it up and that proved to be a horrible idea because now I have a high fever and a bad ear infection and I’m in bed rest so now I can’t help at all and to top it off my insurance won’t cover most of my medications.

I am honestly begging right now for any help

Paypal: peunji345@gmail.com

Venmo: eunji1997

This is extremely urgent it has happened once and it’s happening again im honestly trying so hard to find a job but i can barely walk we have a disconnect for the water and light for $367.79 sometime this week my mom is no help at all no one in my family is when i can ill post the letter but right now im freaking the fuck out because we’re also going to lose our home.

Tall Man

Can you keep this anonymous please?

This happened a few years ago when I was in college. I was walking down downtown Santa Monica (it’s a promenade so it’s like a wide street you can walk on) with a few friends late one Tuesday night (we had class off on Wednesday). At some point I began to notice it seemed really sparse, even for a Tuesday night, this place should really have been more crowded. All of a sudden, as we pass by a fountain statue, I notice this tall, tall figure walking the other way, several feet to our right. My heart dropped when I saw him, nothing about him felt right. He was tall, like seven feet at least. He was in a dark suit and had scraggly hair that almost went down to his shoulders. His skin was super white too, like as white as the moon or something, and his skin had this weird, rubbery texture it looked like. His eyes also looked just holes or something. I stared at him for just a couple seconds as he kind of dragged himself along the street. After we had passed another block, I asked my friends if they had noticed that strange man, and they said they hadn’t. I began to feel a little crazy.

A little while later, as we were driving out of the parking garage, he was at the entrance again, staring at our car with his dark eyes, standing there, looming. My friends noticed him then.

James: 7/10 I do not like this character. I know that place you’re talking about and I hope if I go there I will not see him. Thanks for sharing the scares!

Drip

So the other night something weird happened to me. I live in the English countryside, relatively new house, nothing scary has really ever happened to me. The other night I was heading up to my bedroom to fetch my boyfriend’s pyjamas (my sister and I share a room so we were setting an inflatable bed downstairs in the living room for me and my boyfriend).

Since my sister was already asleep, I had to fumble around the room a bit before I could climb into my bed and grab my flashlight. The room layout is like this: there are 2 raised bunk beds, and our clothes are stored beneath it. I’m facing away from my sister’s bed, towards my own. As I’m debating whether I can grab the pjs in the dark or not, something wet and lukewarm drips onto my right foot.

Thinking it was just my water bottle leaking, I rubbed my wet foot behind my left leg so that it could dry off quicker and go to grab my flashlight. I check my bottle – nothing’s leaking. I look underneath by bed – nothing is dripping from it. There are some bags on the floor, but nothing has spilled from them and nothing holds liquids.

I’m confused, to say the least. My hands were dry, my hair was dry (I’d washed it that morning) and anything with liquids was far out of reach. I went back downstairs and handed the pjs to my boyfriend, who was equally confused when I told him. I couldn’t see anything on my feet, so presumably it was clear. My dad joked to check the ceiling (I didn’t earlier when the stuff dripped onto me), which I soon went up and did – also dry.

I’m not sure I like the thought of something crawling around on the ceiling when I sleep on a bunk bed.

Any thoughts as to what this could be?

James: 5/10 I don’t know what to tell you, something was hanging from your ceiling and drooling on you, buddy. Thanks for sharing!

Small Car Filled With Ghost.

Back in 2014 me and my uncle went to pick up my grandmother at the airport,And since it was a few Kilometers away and was pretty late there were only a few cars on the road,12 i counted.As we traveled there was a angkot in front of us,for those who don’t know,Angkot’s are a public transportation in Indonesia,think of them as a taxi van sized bus,i looked inside since the lights were on and noticed how packed it was,i could even see the shape of a leg sticking out of the door.

I saw a little girl tugging on whom i presumed was her mother,and then pointed at me.She must have seen me from the light coming from my phone i was using,wanting to be nice i decided to wave at her,she smiled and waved back.My uncle was grumbling about how slow it was going and decided to go around it,before we went past it i decided to give it one last look and was horrified about what i saw.

The inside of the vehicle was completely empty,no person sitting by the door,no lady and no little girl.Then there was the driver,the driver was an old man,his face was white as paper and his grin,his terryfing grin was so wide.I was praising the heavens when my uncle sped up,after calming down i asked my uncle if he saw anything strange about the angkot,his words haunt me till this day.

“You mean that Crashed car that was being towed earlier?”

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 9/10 Oh my goodness. This one was very different. Thanks for sharing the scares!

Long Haired Lady

Anonymous submitted:

Anon please 🙂

I was about 12 when this happened. My parents and I had recently moved into an old house (it looked like it was built in the 1940s maybe? I’m not good with this stuff, it was old) around the time I started middle school, and I always had weird feelings in it. Like there was an extra person in the house walking around, doing there business, even though I’m an only child. There were creaks all around. At anytime from the middle of the day to the night. They were particularly noticeable in the hallway just before the stairwell. I never brought any friends over or anything because of how I felt uncomfortable in it. One night, as I was home alone because my parents were going out for their fifteenth wedding anniversary, I was sitting by myself in the den watching a movie and eating ice cream on the couch (because I could). After the movie ended and I turned off the tv, I started hearing the creaking from the hallway behind me. It was dark behind me and I the creaking was quicker, almost more aggressive, than it usually was. Something had to be there causing it. I felt my blood run cold and my skin prick as I stood up from the couch, started walking to the hallway. With the little bit of light that had been coming from the, I could make out someone, a lady, hunched over, with long hair, pacing back and forth in front of the staircase. My voice was gone for a second, and then I screamed. I screamed so hard, I fell over and started crawling backwards. I pushed myself up and hit the light switch and grabbed a cushion from the couch as a weapon. When I turned back, the lady was gone. I sat on the couch for an hour until my parents came home. I never saw her again, and we’ve since moved and I went away for college, but I’m still afraid one night I’ll find her and she’ll stop pacing and turn toward me.